Fire & Brimstone is.....being published right now..

Fire & Brimstone, the long awaited story about the only Bradford with possible OCD and a temper is the process of being published and should be available for purchase at Amazon.com, B&N, iBooks, etc. 

Thank you for patiently waiting for this book. I know that a lot of you are also waiting for Reese’s book and I promise that I will do my best to make that wait as short as humanly possible. 

I hope you enjoy reading Fire & Brimstone as much as I enjoyed writing it 🙂

I will post another excerpt as well as the purchase links tomorrow. 

What happens when a Bradford with questionable OCD, a temper and a reputation for making his employees cry falls for the woman that refuses to accept the fact that he’s fired her and was terrifyingly more of a Bradford than he was?

Well, we can’t share that here, because it would be seriously inappropriate, but we’re sure that you can see where this is leading…

To the altar or a stint in the slammer, either one is possible when it comes to the Neighbor from Hell Series.

Author’s Note: This book along with the rest of the series is intended to make you smile, let you relax and forget the drama and stress that plagues our lives even if its just for a little while. This is a drama free book. My goal is to put a smile on your face and I hope this book does that.

Excerpt from Fire & Brimstone:

            “What the hell are you doing?” she asked, going completely still as she told herself that she was imagining this.

            “Is it helping?” he demanded instead of explaining why he’d thought that it was a good idea to climb in bed with her and spoon her, wrapping his arms tightly around her and pulling her closer.

            “It’s definitely creeping me out!” she snapped, because she couldn’t tell him that it was actually helping her and that some of the pain was subsiding.

            “That didn’t answer my questions,” he said, adjusting his hold around her and making the pain bearable.

            It didn’t go away, but at least she didn’t feel like she was seconds away from screaming in agony anymore.

            When she didn’t answer him, because she stubbornly refused to admit that anything he did was helping, he started to pull his hand away. “I guess if it isn’t helping…” he said, letting his words trail off as he continued to pull his hand away.

            Glaring at the wall and hating him for toying with her like this, she grabbed his arm and yanked it back in place. “It’s helping! Are you happy?”

            “Overjoyed,” he said with a chuckle that she refused to find pleasing as he wrapped his arms back around her and held her close.